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-Chapter 25, DGM-
The ramparts begin to quieten down. Slowly but surely, the dark elves had begun retreating out of the firing range of the defending archers.
After a dozen seconds, a particular dark elf walked out from the army of dark elves.
This dark elf"s equipment was shrouded in a layer of faint red. The mist was even more prominent on the weapon he wielded, dying it densely with the colour of blood-red. The weapon seemed to pulse with unusual energy.
He walked forward leisurely, stabbing his weapon towards the distant walls of Glaston city. A low growl resonated throughout the entire battlefield.
"It"s time to settle this fight!"
Even before he finished speaking, five figures outfitted with equipment of superior quality stepped out from behind him. Their bodies sparkled with various unique shades of warrior qi. Under the illumination of their warrior qi, it was clear that they were all powerful level 4 warriors.
Since the vanguards sent by Black Iron fortress had already made their appearance, it was clear that the main forces of Black Iron fortress would be arriving soon. Time was ticking. Lund had prepared to skip probing out Glaston city"s strength. Instead, his modus operandi was a simple approach: simply break through the walls of Glaston city in one banzai charge.
"Soldiers, follow my lead!"
Lund let out a loud bellow, charging forward with huge steps. The dark elves followed behind him tightly, stampeding towards the city.
The five dark elves fell alongside Lund. One closely guarded Lund"s back while the other four scattered, leading different squads of dark elves to attack the city walls.
They were each level 4 warriors, while the vanguards Black Iron fortress had sent only had one level 4 warrior while the others were level 3s. The five warriors rushed towards the city, esch attacking a different part of it.
Behind the dark elf generals were thousands upon thousands of bloodthirsty dark elf soldiers.
As long as one dark elf general managed to gain a foothold on the city walls, they would slowly be able to establish a position on the walls and slowly expand. The resistance of the city defenders would quickly die down as long as they managed to get one general onto the walls. Glaston city would then be theirs for the taking.
On the ramparts, the authority of battlefield commander had already been shifted to Minsk.
His equipment were covered by the radiance of the "rock armour" magic spell. Coupled with his imposing height, he was extremely eye-grabbing. Furthermore, he had knocked down a dark elf general down the city walls in one strike. This had already won him prestige.
As an a.s.sa.s.sin, Annie had already entered the shadows of the battlefield. As long as she mounted an ambush from the darkness, her attacking capabilities were formidable.
The second Lund made his appearance, Minsk knew things were turning ugly.
As a junior ranking officer in the military, he had seen a list of prestigious dark elves in the military.
Crimson warrior qi, as red as blood. Check.
An imposing figure that towered at a lofty 190 cm. Check.
A crimson sword that gleamed like ruby. Check.
No questions needed. This was undoubtedly the youngest level 6 warrior in the dark elf kingdom, Marshal Lund.
Lund, also coined as "Blood Hand Demon", had a cruel and apathetic disposition. In his teen days, he had led troops of dark elves to decimate human villages, blotting them off maps completely. Not a single trace of the village would remain.
However, what really took the cake was not him conducting ma.s.sacres, but instead the fact that he derived pleasure from tormenting people. If by some unfortunate stroke of luck that he were taken captive by him, it would be a disaster in the secular world.
Furthermore, Lund had power to back up his cruel methods as a level 6 warrior. In his right hand wielded a weapon equivalent to that of the epics – "Blood glory".
He was only a level 4 warrior, and completely unable to hold against Lund.
However, this was war, and war did not grant the luxury of choosing one"s enemy. He had ample time to prepare for death, during his flight towards Glaston city.
His monologue over, Minsk glanced at the 2 level 3 warriors by his side. "The three of us will delay him! Delay him as best as you can!"